Look at them, them ironhides

ferocious backsides and smalls crater size.

Look at them, their at the belly of the beast

chest to chest these creators breathe.

It is terribly bleak and sound

that their demise is only evident.

and who could hear the sound of the big bang

that forged away the evidence? 

Look at them, them ironhides

They'll be back, weaving through cracks

and carrying their mothers weight.

The day they landed was a day of mistakes.

A big bang they said,

must have been the arrival of the African.